Slipping out of the castle wasn't difficult. The guards had learned the value of ignorance where the two of them were concerned.
They reached the shoreline where the fishing boats were docked. Earlier, they'd secured a dory at the end of the long pier. Once aboard with packs stowed, they took up oars and set to rowing.
It was a fair piece to the Byrd Isles, and they aimed to reach the southern island by sunrise. They'd rest a few hours, then continue to the Cove. Will had a question for the Loch Folk. He meant to see it answered.
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